Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 84, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 August 1931 — Page 7

AUG. 17, 1931.

Heart of Liane

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (Continued) "We have all the rest of our lives for that,” Clive reminded her, struck by the wonder of it. He held her with the Etrength twice before in the past she had called cruel. It was the strength of steel under velvet. She raised her mouth to his like a flower to the sun. Suddenly he released her. Bending, he kissed each finger tip. "Your hands,” he muttered softly. “They’re so lovely.” She was grateful for her beauty at that moment. She never had really appreciated, it before. It was a gift from the gods and she offered humble thanks because it made her pleasing in his eyes. Suddenly Clive said in a fierce voice: “Whatever did you mean talking that rot the other day about a divorce?” She hid her face. "I couldn’t go on like this. I thought you weren't happy, that you wanted to be free.” His laugh was a triumphant paean. “Looks like it, doesn't it?” In the mirror Liane caught a glimpse of the tableau they made. Gold brown curls tumbled against cropped fair hair. Peach-blown skin soft against darker cheek. Blond lace against black broadcloth. ‘‘You mustn’t ever leave me,” she murmured. His lips closed on hers. "D’you think I‘m ever going to?” In the other wing, Tressa Lord paced to and fro, to and fro, with measured steps like a lioness. Every now and again she went to the window, watching the rose colored lamp behind the thin curtains in Liane’s room. Presently she saw a black sleeve appe&r as a hand drew the shade. The light disappeared. Tressa said an ugly word and began to pack her bags. tt tt tt CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN THE sun shone through the rose colored curtains. It touched the pale eastern rug with its splendor. Liane stretched, yawned, remembered. A smile curved her lips. Turning, she stared at the door which separated her room from Clive’s. Always before it had stood closed. For the servants’ benefit it had not been locked. Now it stood wide open. The sound of splashing water came to her from the bathroom beyond. A young man sang in his tub. She called, “Clive!” Even the sound of his name on her lips made her smile for sheer wonder. He did not hear, so she tiptoed to the intervening door and closed it softly. In her own tiled sanctuary she showered herself briskly. She slipped into the briefest of silken things. The tube of white silk she shrugged over her head was called a tennis dress. She contemplated herself with pleasure, innocent and artless. She w'as glad she was lovely for his sake. When he came in, looking very young and stall and somehow shy, she was brushing out her hair. It lay in a cloud around her shoulders. She stopped, confused, brush in hand. “I—oh, I meant to be ready before you!” The smile he gave her held a rare quality, something of tenderness, something of worship. He placed a note in her hand. Wonderingly Liane read in Tressa’s bold script, “I give up. You’re two rare fools. I suppose a sentimentalist would say this proves you weic meant for each other. It’s too late to say I’m sorry for what happened last night. I am, honestly. “You were decent to me, saving my last penny as you did, and it was no way to repay, making a scone. Perhaps I’ll not see you again. This is to say I wish you well.” Clive said, “She’d messed up her affairs and I straightened some of them out. I’m sorry for her. She was brought up to think money grew on hedges. Now she knows better.” Liane, in the curve of his arm, sighed a little. “I’m sorry for her, too. Sorry for any one who isn’t as happy as I am.” He asked, “Do you mean that?” and kissed her without waiting for an answer. Together they went down to breakfast. The coffee was pure nectar that morning. No one ever

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had been so much in lose before, they thought. Their talk was a medley of “when did you first begin to care?” and “why did you behave so at that time?” Tiresome talk for any one except lovers. “Must you go?” Liane pouted when at last the meal had ended. Clive sat on the arm of her chair. He frowned. “I must. There’s a bit of business positively has to be settled this morning, but I needn’t leave you behind. You can drive in with me.” ft a tt THEY sat gazing blissfully at each other, transfixed by the brillancy of this idea. “You’re not going to leave me, ever,” murmured Clive, his lips against her hair. “How soon can you be ready?” he asked as they drove. “Whatever for?” Her hand locked in his big one. She was dreamily, ; utterly content, “To leave for that honeymoon of I ours.” She gave him a rapt look. “Today. Tomorrow. Whenever you say.” He laughed at her. “What a wife? I shall boast of you. You didn’t evn say, ‘l’ve nothing to wear.’” “Ah, but I have. Frocks you’ve looked at, but never really have seen.” He was delighted at her half-shy, half-bold coquetry. “You think I haven’t seen them? I probably know every one down to the last bit of lace.” He said soberly after a bit, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you about. I hadn’t dared before ” Fearfully she asked, “What can it be?” “It’s about the estate. The Robard estate.” She stiffened as if at a distasteful subject. “That can’t concern me.” “Ah, but it does. Winton Holbrick, who is the executor, knows the facts. You are the only logical claimant. It’s not a fabulous amount, but you have a right to it.” She said with set lips, “But suppose I don’t want it? I don’t want to touch a penny of my—my father’s money. It might have saved my own mother’s life.” Her eyes filled. “I know,” Clive argued. “But wouldn’t it bje a grand notion to accept it, settle it on Cass?” She straightened. Tt might. I hadn’t'thought of that.” Clive explained the procedure she would need to go through to make her claim. Several papers must be filled out. Her birth certificate, the marriage lines which were in Cass’ hands. “How much,” she suddenly asked, “did you mean it was? Not a fabulous amount you said.” Carelessly Clive remarked. “It’s less than a million, I think.” She put her face into her hands and for a moment he thought she was weeping. When she lifted her hands again he saw she was shaken by hysterical laughter. “I shall never, never get used to ■>eing rich,” she said. “That sounds ike a king’s ransom to me.” >t tt tt WHEN the car dropped him at the office in the canyons of lower New York he left her reluctantly. “I don’t w'ant to let you out of my sight,” he explained, half in earnest. “I’m afraid you may vanish.” She flushed. “Never, if I can help it,” she assured him. She promised to drive back for him at 4 o’clock. “May I tell mother about the inheritance? Is it as certain as that?” “Os course.” She watched him out of sight. Four o’clock semed worlds away. Cass greeted her with open arms. “But how well ycu look! Isn’t that another new dress?” Liane flung off the woolly white coat to prove it wasn’t. “I bought it in Florida. It’s been washed half a dozen times.” “I like you in white,” Cass observed in satisfaction. She was mending stockings. Liane picked up one with a sad run in it. “Must you wear things like this?” she scolded. “How about that box of stockings I sent you for your birthday?” Cass smiled shamefacedly. “You’ll have to excuse me this time, Miss. I gave most of ’em away. There’s that nice little Allen girl in the company. She’s sending money back home to lowa and she has a nice boy

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who takes her out. I hate to see her in holes.” Liane' shook her head over this prodigality. “These poor kids,” Cass mourned. ‘They come here to battle the world and wear hand-me-downs and try to look like Park avenue. I feel sorry for them all.” She wielded her needle vigorously. “If I had the money,” Cass mused, “I’d stake them all.” tt a tt TT was a speech Liane had heard * often before. This day it struck her with anew fprce. Calmly she inquired, “If you did have the money Just what would you do with it?” The older woman said, “I’d have a sort of boarding club for ’em, a place that wouldn’t struggle under the ordinary restrictions. A home-from-home, you know. Girl students of the theater, the arts, secretaries—any nice girl who was trying hard to get along—would have a place there. Especially girls out of jobs. I’d have a fund to tide them over till they got work.” “It sounds wonderful!” “It would be,” Cass agreed, “if It worked out along the lines I’ve thought. But what’s the use? It’s just another of my day dreams.” “It needn’t be.” Something in the girl’s tone made Cass look up. “What do you mean?” “Clive says I’m to inherit some money from the Robard estate ” Cass winced as if she had been struck. “Never! Don’t touch their dirty money ” Patiently the girl went on. “There’s no one else. Van left no will, but his father’s will had some sort of clause providing for the claim of a possible heir. Surely vou wouldn’t be so foolish as to refuse it if I turned it over to you for this work. It would be like a Justification of everything that happened to you and to me and”—she whispered it—“to my mother.” Cass’ eyes brimmed. “I could make it a memorial to Luisa. I was always too poor to do anything like that. I often wished I could give a window in a church. This—why, this would do it for all time!” tt tt u "ITTHEN later Liane met Clive, he * * had a sheaf of tickets in his hand. “We’re going places and seeing things.” “Where?” she' asked lazily. Not that it really mattered. Wherever she was with Clive, that place would be home. “France, Switzerland. Germany if you like. You said it didn’t matter.” “It doesn’t. She curled her fingers around his. “I’d even like a trip on a Coney Island boat.” He laughed at that. What a child she was! He wanted to show her the far places of the earth. He wanted to put the world, a golden apple, in her two frail hands. “We’re sailing Monday, then. “I’ll be ready. Let’s not go home just yet,” Liane pleaded. “Let’s dine some place, on a roof maybe, where we can dance.” She was remembering that first night she had danced with him. She had been in his arms only in spirit. What was that tune the orchestra had played? “My sweet man, I love you so. If I die, where’ll you be?” (To Be Continued)

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During these three days a truce was declared between the two camps. The grand prize of the tourney was five of the most beautiful maidens from the vanquished side. Those from the city of Bohun rode with his knights on milkwhite steeds. They became the wards of the winning side, and married some khight of the opposing faction which had won them in the tofcmey.

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Preparations for the grand tourney were completed. Jimmy Blake was as keen for the coming fray as he had once been for the big games in his college days. Following custom, many knights chose to wear distinctive armor. Blake’s was solid black chain mail relieved by the leojjard skin of his bassinet, his silver and bIA pennon and the prescribed red crosses.

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As he came forth the first morning of the tourney Jimmy appeared a somber figure among the resplendent knights. Among the gorgeously dressed ladies was the Princess Guinalda, conversing with one of the maidens who had been chosen as Nimmr’s prize offerings. Blake excused himself from the crowd. As he approached Guinalda and bowed she merely returned the formality, ] continuing her conversation.

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